Irish Potatoes

Every city I've ever lived in celebrated St. Patrick's Day in a similar fashion: Beer, Bagpipes, Drunk-Girls-With-Green-Plastic-Hats.* Philly has added a new level to this mighty mixture: The Irish Potato. It's not a potato as much as a small ball of cinnamon-covered mixture of coconut, cream cheese, and sugar (lots of sugar).

They actually look like cute little potatoes, and since I love all things mini and cute, I was on board. Plus, it's a member of the candy/dessert family, which I am a ardent supporter of. The Philadelphians love 'em, almost as much as their cheese steaks and Eagles. So, when in Philly...

The verdict? I'm not quite convinced. There almost unbearably sweet, and the taste of the cinnamon coating tastes like dirt to me. Two days later, 1/2 of the package remains untouched. That's not a good sign. But, who knows- maybe after 6 green beers and a pile of corned beef, nothing would be better. Now where's my green plastic hat?


*Not that there's anything wrong with that